A week ago, I was low.
Everyone was telling me what I should and shouldn’t be doing. Everyone was filling my Facebook feed with my political idea is the best one because… and your religion is not as holy as mine…. and I’m better than you because I said so... Continue reading
I wish it wasn’t so cliché to say, but I’ve been a writer all my life. My career started with stapled pieces of sketch paper on which I wrote tales of cats befriending aliens. Hell, I even illustrated them, because I was that passionate. Continue reading
Have you ever felt helpless, as your precious, way-too-tired little doll–the one you kissed when she was a fresh-from-the-womb ball of goo as you told yourself there was no way you could ever, ever, ever need a break from her–screams like a pterodactyl in the arms of a T-Rex wrapped in some kind of bat suit that glows and smells like poo? Continue reading
Yeah. Wrap your mind around that title.
This morning was great. Chris woke me up with a candlelight breakfast–golden eggs–and I asked him sweetly if he planned on reading the chapter I sent last night. Continue reading
Yesterday was a nice, chilly day for a walk with nature. Although there still isn’t much green to look at, it was nice to get away from cell phones, laptop, inuendos on the radio, and Netflix.
Needless to say, my ears were ringing… Continue reading